The Aspiring Bard

Oh, God of sparrow,
Lily, dust and sky,
Illuminate me now,
I ask You, come
And light the darkness
Of a life too full
Of noise and glamour
And of things unsure.
Awake me now
To Your simplicity,
And let me stand in awe
Of little things.

Source
Here, beneath the golden after-rain, Wind-fallen from the ancient walnut tree, A dropping sunbeam lies aslant my page; Illuminates a blur of inky thought.